You’re safe wrapped up tight
In apathetic disbelief
Put your blood into words
Poison into arteries
Here now to insist
That you choke on the lead
To give up the morals
You don’t need
While they manipulate the weak
They manipulate the weak
The pasture will be flooded with blackened gold
Cut vital tendons let the titan fall
Yet this is all that we’ve been left with
Observed yet unassisted
You’re safe wrapped up tight
In apathetic disbelief
Put your blood into words
Poison into arteries
I can't make sense of the censor
I can't make sense of the censor
You rely on stained truth
Injected to your brain
The word of the digital god
Telling you who to hate
Vultures will prey on the ones who gave up
Believe what you see
Just how you want it to be
Committing murder just to get a bigger screen
Cockroaches wait their turn as they drown in the sea
supported by 8 fans who also own “...Can't Make Sense of the Censor”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
supported by 7 fans who also own “...Can't Make Sense of the Censor”
This album is packed to the brim with content. Every track is a unique journey, and seems to correspondingly reflect different influences. Fans of seminal mathcore bands like Converge, Botch, and Every Time I Die won't wanna miss this. To quote one of our users: "Best $1 ever spent." Christian Segerstrom